Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
Bring me moonshine
In your smile
&
gusto
In my hearth
O hearths!
~
The paraphernalia of open fires—
Scuttles, grates, tongs, clinkers,
ash shovel, hatchet
Rickety kneebends
Scrunching up the Sun
The News of the Screws
~
Picking good cinders
Hatcheting sticks
Three matches to light
Always three matches
Crackle & slow collapse
~
Juvenile flames keen to jive
The timing of the bigger sticks
Critical mass
The placement of the first coals
Put the heavy front on
~
Clunk
Shut the little door
& hope real hard
Offer up a silent
prayer to the firegods
Every little helps
Last refuge of a scoundrel
See it caught at last
‘Mildermorn!’:
hum hispanic slugs –
Cortez the Cabbage Killer
stalks the wheelie bin
close back door
wide shut
; but first let out the
spilt milk bottle;
cheese crust silver crown
prized off ickily
stickily by thumb
Now!
my little plague rat
Get up them stairs
& shower; elsewise
you’ll be wearing gunge
of rancid seaside gannet
in a hole with a
contrarywise
Owl
To dotage an
antidote:
threat & hope
weave and knit
a knot
night of dark
sun
measly done
think if you
fit in to fit
pre-shrunk
siege modality,
a beige mentality
the new banality –
Temporality
Swept threadbare flimsy
Flakey faded Nepalese
Hand woven carpet
Once bold vibrant crimson
Scuffed trampled bare by
Indwellers interlopers
Casual and meaningful
Professional rucks
Transgressional muck
Careless and caring acquaintances
Dogs living and dead
Occasional wayward chooks
Cops, yobs, swabs, blobs, mobs
Tawdry transcendent
Embedded ephemera
windblown through the door
Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
Grimbeau 